We thank the head of

Copenhagen Police Vice Unit,

Chief Superintendent Jens Jersild for

kind and competent supervision and help.

30.000 youngsters need apprentice places

- Good evening, Sren.

- 'evening.

- Two' with bread.

- And with ketchup?

- Yes of course.

- Hey, there's Krlle!

- He's good, huh?

- Hey, can't we use him?

- No.

- But come on...

- No, I said.

He is to well known.

I'll make sure to find the one we need.

- It's ten o'clock.

- Easy now, you'll make it.

- It's knocking-off time, gentlemen.

- Yeah, sure.

One' with bread.

We're closed.

Will you hand him that sausage, okay?

- Allright.

- You're not from this city, are you?

- No.

- Where do you come from?

- From Jutland.

- What are you doing here?

- Looking for work.

- That thing with uh...

- Okay, that's enough.

What do you say about drinking a beer?

It's on me.

- Yes, please.


You understand, one can't stand

living in such a little town.

Nothing ever happens.

I wanted to become an

apprentice in carpentry

but I could only get a job as delivery

boy at an old sick idiot of a grocer.

Three years as delivery boy, and no

chance of doing anything else.

No, thank you.

I ran away, gathered some money.

I thought it would be easier to find

an apprenticeship here in the city.

It wasn't.

- Where do you live?

- On the other side of South Harbour,

something they call Klondyke.

- Out there in the shanty houses?

What a goddamn place.

I once knew a girl out there.

That was some terrible

old barns to live in.

We were wading in rats, but

she was damn fine.

You know what she did?

- Allright, take it easy, will you?

How did you end up there?

- I met an old alcoholic.

He lived out there.

It's always better than the stairways.

- What are your plans now?

- I don't know.

I'm beginning to get tired of it all.

- How old are you, by the way?

- Why is that?

- No reason.

- Seventeen.

- That's great. Then we..

- Will you shut up, goddammit.

Maybe I could find you something...

Something that'll make

you lots of green.

Ingeborg, we're paying!

Six beers.

Four. Someone already

paid for that guy there.

- Me?

- Yes, that genteman over there.

- Why did he pay for me?

- He's got the hots for you.

You're just the type.

- What the hell do you mean with that?

- Calm down, fella'.

Most of the people who

come here are like that.

Well, let's buzz off.

Now that's something.

- Yeah, it's a harsh one.

How are you getting home?

- He'll swim.

- You can come along with me.

I live just around the corner.

- Thank you, but... - My old people are

in the hospital, there's plenty of room.

It's stupid to go all

the way out there, man.

Just come on.

- Allright, thank you.

- Bye bye, see you.

I live with my sister.

If you hear someone locking

themselves in, it's her.

She's out with some punter.

Will you be allright with that thing?

- Yes, thanks.

- Well, see you tomorrow.

- That was somehing, huh?

- Yes, it's like that every night.

Make yourself comfortable in the

living room, then I'll bring some beer.

- Rosa...

How about we go into your room?

Who are you?

- I'm Anton.

I was allowed to sleep her tonight.

- Well, why not?

If you want coffee you can

take it in the kitchen yourself.

- Here.

- Thanks.

- Are you from the country?

- Yes.

- I thought so.

Why do you sleep here,

don't you have a place to live?

- I do, but it rained.

- My God, what a weather.

You should have seen me when I

got home. I was completely soaked.

There you go.

What do you do?

- Nothing yet. Looking for a job...

- Why did you travel here?

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